I was having this nightmare and then I realized....I was awake.
Kade went to bed with a tummyache. Which meant he went to bed with instructions on where the bathroom is and last resort here's a bag.
I heard him cough...
I go in and he is sitting up in bed with the bag sitting next to him, he hasn't thrown up...yet. He is just staring at me. I say "get up quick". Staring at me. "Get the bag it's right next to you, grab it, get up" Staring at me. running over to him yelling now "GET THE BAG RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!!!! GET UP!!!" And then he threw up pretty much everything he has ever eaten in his whole 8 years...all over his bed...and blankets...dripping onto the floor...all over toys. Now I am the one staring, in disbelief. I still have a pounding headache from, well from yesterday. The smell hits me as I look at chunks of barf and I break out in a sweat and honestly try not to cry. And then I...yelled. Yes, remember mother of the year? I yelled WHY????????? WHY???????
My life is not all sunshine and roses, but I take it the best I can without dwelling on "why me" as much as possible, but I was cursing the universe. WHY is there no waterproof cover on his mattress? WHY?????? What happened to it, where did it go? I have enough experience to know they all must have one. Where is it? WHY?????? WHY does he have so many blankets??? WHY can't he chew his food??? WHY do I even feed them? WHY ME? WHY NOW? It really was a very bad time, I was on my last emotional straw before this happened.
I tried to wash his mattress off in the tub. Yeah whatever. Then one by one I rinsed out all the chunks of food off of all of his blankets and his non waterproof cover, the boy doesn't chew. Still cursing the universe put him back to bed. Carried all the soaking wet stuff downstairs to the laundry room to the washer. Then scrubbed the barf smell off of me. But we all know the smell never goes away, it's burned into my memory. Lingering in the air, probably soaking into my hair.
He didn't stay in bed, he threw up all night and took baths. And I got another night of no sleep.
You know what gets me? Every night there are at least two kids waking up getting in my bed. Through all of this, all the puking and...yelling...gagging, the girls slept soundly through it two feet away. Somebody pray that it is a strange coincidence that one week ago I was throwing up. And somebody pray that it stops here and doesn't run through the whole crew. That can happen when four kids are sharing a room, right?
(...)= me taking a deep breath while reliving it. Oh, wait, It's still going on.
